Just yesterday, I realized that my camera’s LCD screen has gone kaput. All black. Wouldn’t open. The button still makes the ‘clicking’ sounds, telling me that the system is still alive, but there’s no display. I guess that’s what I get for not storing my camera properly.
I bought my camera back in 2013 when I wanted something nice and small to hold on to during occasions (which is also a good excuse for not joining fanfares, since I’m taking “semi-pro photos.” It’s a Sony Alpha, topped with a retractable flash and a tilting screen I can take selfies with. By this year, the display already had mad dashes of lines on it. I haven’t taken it to service, and it’s too late now.
Of course, I’m thinking of buying another Sony Alpha kit, because the lens is still working, and I loved the way my photos had vignettes. Yes, I’m that kind of a person.
If you’re wondering what kind of photos I’ve taken with my camera, browse my site. The ones with the pictures from 2014 to early 2015 (including our Holland and Paris trip) were shot from that camera.
Alright, now back to the program!
I didn’t tweet a lot this Christmas week but do you know what I did? Sleep. A LOT. Like, I was in bed, coughing like mad, sleeping every three hours (okay, that’s exaggeration, it’s actually two). The weather was cold, the sky was gloomy, but I did manage to clean my white shoes which I recklessly stepped into a puddle pit one night when we headed out into our relative’s home. Don’t worry; we don’t wear our shoes around the house.
Other than that, I bought mama a new pair of Paez because her walking shoes were too heavy and she wouldn’t buy herself a proper pair. So, I did. And it came two days later. Unfortunately, the size was a tad too small, and so, for the love of her and her love of gold, we ordered another. But the Size Exchange only allows for the products in the same category, and her new one was on the more expensive side, so I decided to roll my eyes and save me and the nice Paez staff from headaches by cancelling the exchange and just buying new.
After all, they were on a 70% off sale.
Now what am I going to do with another pair of Paez shoes? pic.twitter.com/xBXL9SjYtp— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) December 28, 2018
I’ve been sleeping a lot, so that means I’ve been dreaming a lot, and the latest dream that really left an impression on me was the one with a tree stump necklace. Tree stump? I’ve been reading the first few chapters of Jeremiah and tree stumps don’t sound good. No. They sound like destruction. They sound like cutting you in half like a manananggal, except that you’re not one, and you’re left with your other half to bleed and burn and die and you had to feel it.
Tree stumps are bad.
At the back of my journal were things 2018 gave (and took from) me, and one of those lessons were “Things That were Either a Good or Bad Buy.” I know, it’s funny; but this year, I had a better look at my buying powers and how I’ve been using it. One of the things I bought, for example, was an American Tourister bag which I used in our El Nido trip. That bag was a good buy because it has been used several times later on; Mama’s trip in Tagaytay, Papa’s trip in UTS and in Baguio and in his Sofitel stay. The bad purchase was a pig-skin cushion slipper pair which I only wore for a good month. My feet had strong arches and it CRUSHED the material. The faux leather jacket I only used twice is already ruined (which is why I will never buy PU again, but I love the biker look, so I’d probably purchase one in denim or corduroy). But the free large square brush mom bought along with a shampoo was magic. It made my thick hair look like it was brushed! BECAUSE I AM NOW ACTUALLY BRUSHING IT.
Money. Power. Use it wisely. And actually comb your hair.
For 2019, I want to live as a tita. A tita with a nice hair, less color-botched and looks old even though she is smol.
I also want to learn how to bike? Because I already got my driver’s license?
I’ve been thinking of studying a random short course. Just for the fun of it lang. Who knows? Me driving this year was preeeettty random.
I hope Chiba doesn’t bite anyone next year. More than anything, I hope Chiba stays alive for the next seven years.
Hustle. Work. Money. And then use this power wisely.
Maybe this post has gone too long, and I have my 31st to write. Bye, I guess?
PS: I am telling you, WordPress; give me back our old editor or else, I’ll keep complaining about this FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR.